You know, a couple of years ago if I’d have found myself writing a ‘happy new year’ post on 24 January, I would have felt oddly anxious. That’s what happens when you allow conscientiousness to run rampant. I can see the documentary now: When Good Traits Go Bad. These days, it doesn’t bother me…
A year of living with intention
Happy new year! I know, I’m late. But surely we can start a new year any time we like? I actually think that each ‘new year’ really starts on 1 Feb, because January is just a month of pause for me. Do you find yourself in a lovely limbo in January too? Before I reveal…
Grace and kindness on social media
We all know what a cesspool for the outraged social media can be. It’s rife with people who take offense at every little thing. There are lots of theories about why, the anonymity of a screen being number one (although, hello, I just clicked through on your profile – how was dinner at the RSL…
I hate socks
At this point in my life, I loathe socks more than I ever thought humanly possible. They bring an extra little bit of misery to daily life. Here are all the ways that socks are plotting to bring mothers around the world down: 1. They are never happy Socks are supposed to mate in pairs…
Daunting, but doable
This is my new mantra: Daunting, but doable. When I feel that strange sense of heavy rising in my chest, swapping my air for panic, I take a breath and tell myself, “Yes, this is overwhelming and hard and you’ve got so much to learn to make it all happen BUT… it’s doable. You can…
I refuse to be redundant
I finished up editing Mumtastic today. I’ve spent the past two years building the brand into something relatable and real. Mums love it because it’s not click-baity or bullshitty. Brands love it because we created content that really works for them with a minimum of fuss and a maximum of heart. I feel sad today,…
Start small and then see what happens
I’ve realised over the past few months that I’ve got myself into a bit of a bind. With a steady stream of ‘”go large or go home” success stories coming at me via my Facebook feed, I’ve fallen into the trap of forgetting how important small is. I’ve decided to be small. Small is manageable,…
Lately
The man and I celebrated a milestone this week. We met in the wee small hours at the (then) divey Strawberry Hills Hotel 21 years ago. Our romance feels all grown up and yet, surely I am still only 21 years old myself? Of course we felt the occasion demanded celebrating, but obviously not enough…
Lately
Last Saturday we had 14 kids to a sleepover. They were meant to all be outside in tents, but the weather had other ideas, so instead they were all in our lounge room. Last year I swore I would never again host a slumber party and yet, there I was pleading for mercy at 2…
Lately
This week has been full to the brim with Lottie birthday goodness. She is suddenly nine. We had her traditional sushi train / ice cream / Vivid Lights birthday night on Tuesday. She loves to do the same thing every year and it suits us just fine. It’s nice of Sydney to turn on the Vivid…
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